My Mr. Big Loved: <br /> <br />Spinning self-centered tales- <br /> <br />He was like the city himself; <br /> <br />Cold, exhausting and infuriating... <br /> <br />Much later in our relationship- <br /> <br />When i washed the city off of my face- <br /> <br />I could clearly see in my mirror of past reflection; <br /> <br />Its not the journey but the destination- <br /> <br />And upon arriving: <br /> <br />Its the learning- <br /> <br />The seeing- <br /> <br />The understanding- <br /> <br />The revealing- <br /> <br />The rescueing- <br /> <br />The saving- <br /> <br />From an almost disaterous end- <br /> <br />That was awaiting me just- <br /> <br />'Round Prevaricators Bend...<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mr-big/
